The cudgel was so heavy that it left thousands of afterimages in the air. Each afterimage was so powerful that it could easily crush an ordinary Myth Realm cultivator to death.
"Clang!"
Another deafening rumble was heard. Ye Xiwen used his hands to take on the force of the attack. His palms were smashed and his entire body was cracked. Blood gushed out of his body like a rain of blood.
The entire scene looked extremely terrifying.
Everyone was stunned. Everyone knew Yuan Batian's strength. He was the overlord of the demon race, and his prestige was no less than that of the old patriarch of the human race. His strength was earth-shattering, and it was difficult to find a match for him among the Seventh Sky of Powang. Such strength was simply earth-shattering.
Ye Xiwen could not be defeated even after two consecutive attacks.
The wind blew in all directions, bringing with it the thick smell of blood. Who knew how much blood and bones and corpses were everywhere. This was a battle for survival between two races, and human lives were like grass.
Everyone looked at Ye Xiwen, wondering why he insisted on taking on such an attack. What was he so stubborn about?
Why did he insist on doing this?
He could have dodged it or used a power implement to block it, but why did he insist on using his body? What was he thinking?
Blood was splattering everywhere, shining with astonishing divine light. It was like pieces of heavenly treasures were being splashed out.
Yuan Batian narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Since you want to die, then I'll fulfill your wish. Kill!"
He let out a hoarse roar, and the heavens and earth cracked. The battle between the two sides had already reached a white-hot stage. It was simply too tragic. The iron cudgel in his hand came crashing down again.
This battle was related to the survival of two races. No one could avoid it, and no one could take a step back.
"Roar!" Ye Xiwen faced upwards and let out a long and loud roar. Then, a faintly discernible image of a phoenix flew into the sky behind him. The golden rays of light shrouded him, and the injuries on his body healed at an astonishing speed almost instantaneously.
The old ape was skinny, but he had the strength to uproot mountains. The iron cudgel in his hand smashed down.
Ye Xiwen did not dodge. He clenched his hand into a fist and punched out. The power of the fist was monstrous, and it turned into a universe as it rushed forward.
"Boom!"
The universe that he punched out was smashed into pieces by the iron cudgel. That was how strong he was.
"Clang!"
His fist and the iron staff collided fiercely. It was as though two pseudo-divine artifacts had collided. His fleshly body had already been cultivated to the level of a pseudo-divine artifact. However, it was still very strenuous for him to withstand such a collision.
Ye Xiwen's finger bones were all shattered by the iron cudgel's power.
His entire body retreated, but his expression did not change at all. It was as if the person who had his finger bone broken was not him.
"It's a pity for you. You originally had supreme aptitude and could have become a supreme being. But now, you have to participate in a war between races. You're courting death!" The Old Ape said slowly. His face was slightly pale.
He was also going all out. He didn't hold back at all. He was confronting Ye Xiwen with his bare hands. The injuries in his body, which had been suppressed, began to show signs of relapse.
Ye Xiwen smiled miserably and said, "My path is destined to not be peaceful. No one can let me walk it peacefully. I'll kill anyone who stands in my way. I'll kill God and Buddha if they stand in my way!"
Golden divinity continued to gush out of his body, wrapping him up. He looked like a golden god of war, and the injuries on his body were healing at an alarming rate.
Yuan Batian was a little surprised. Golden divinity continued to gush out of Ye Xiwen's body. Given his realm and cultivation, it was shocking enough to have such divinity.
"How domineering. You have the bearing of soaring to the top. But I'll say it again, it's a pity that you'll fall here!" Yuan Batian said faintly, and the iron cudgel in his hand suddenly rushed out and smashed down.
"Whether it's a pity or not, it's hard to say who's the one who's going to die!" Ye Xiwen sneered. His hand suddenly grabbed towards the void, and a huge sword condensed from the Law of Sword appeared in his hand. Then, he flew into the sky and headed towards the iron stick.
"Clang!"
The iron cudgel and the golden sword collided fiercely in the void.
"That sword materialization of yours isn't bad. Ordinary divine weapons are no match for it. But it's a pity that this iron cudgel of mine is refined from Nine Serenities Cold Iron. It's extraordinary. Your magic sword is far from being comparable to my magic weapon!" Yuan Batian shouted, and Ye Xiwen's magic sword shattered. The world of swordsmanship that it had created was shattered in an instant.
The iron cudgel came crashing down, as if it could drown everything in its path. It came crashing down on Ye Xiwen.
"Meteor Explosion!"
Ye Xiwen clenched his fist again and blasted out a universe to meet the attack head-on.
Because Ye Xiwen's magic sword had unloaded too much of his power, so this exchange was actually a draw. Ye Xiwen was also not beaten back, but Ye Xiwen clearly felt an extremely cold feeling, directly from his arm to his heart.
He could faintly feel that the energy in his body had begun to collapse in the face of this monstrous force.
Especially the energy of the Celestial Fox Childe's blood essence. Originally, it would have taken Ye Xiwen a long time to absorb it, but under the influence of this powerful external force, it began to collapse and disperse into Ye Xiwen's body, promoting his progress.
A hint of joy appeared on his face. All of this was within his calculations. If he were to rely on himself to absorb it, he wouldn't know how long it would take. This was different from the small amount of blood essence he had absorbed before. This was the entire body of the Celestial Fox Childe, who was at the peak of the fifth level of the Powang Realm, while he was only at the third level of the Powang Realm.
Under the nourishment of this power, Ye Xiwen's injuries instantly improved, and this cold power was directly suppressed, and then directly transformed into his own power.
The magic of the Art of Transformation was extraordinary.
Without any hesitation, Ye Xiwen leaped into the air and opened his Demon Wings. He grabbed a magic sword and condensed it into a monstrous sword river above his head. The mighty river instantly crushed down towards Yuan Batian.
"Boom!" The long sword river was smashed into ashes by Yuan Batian's staff. It couldn't pose a threat to Yuan Batian at all.
However, Yuan Batian was keenly aware that Ye Xiwen's strength had inexplicably increased compared to before. Although it was only a small amount, it was indeed some progress compared to before.
Originally, with his talent, it was normal for him to have some progress. However, this was in the midst of battle. It was very strange for him to have such progress in battle.
Ye Xiwen wasn't the slightest bit discouraged after his attack was dispersed. He shouted loudly and launched another attack.
"So what if you're at the seventh level of the Powang Realm? You'll be destroyed if you stand in my way!" Ye Xiwen shouted loudly. His unparalleled ambition was aroused. In his eyes, Yuan Batian was no longer an enemy, but a stumbling block in his way. Anyone who stood in his way had to be eradicated.
The leader of the Divine Union, the Wasteland Temple Master, and the Abyssal Devil Master!
These three existences at the peak of the Mythical level put too much pressure on him. They were like dark clouds hanging over his head, and he could be killed at any time. In his mind, they had become the root of his rapid progress, and at the same time, the source of all fear that stood in his way.
These three powerful experts were not existences that he could contend with. He wanted to take this opportunity to sweep away the fog in his heart and break the fear in his heart.
Be it the seventh level of the Powang Realm or the peak of the Powang Realm, as long as it stood in his way, he would destroy it all.
He wanted to re-establish his unparalleled determination to prove his way.
As soon as he shouted those words, it was as if he had broken through some kind of magic barrier. Everything in front of him became clear. Even Yuan Batian, who was standing in front of Ye Xiwen, felt that the person in front of him seemed to be different from before.
As soon as he shouted those words, his aura instantly changed. It was as if he had been reborn, and an invincible aura was brewing.
A sharp glint flashed across his eyes. He had seen many geniuses before, but none of them could have such a breakthrough in the midst of a battle and be reborn like this.
"But you want to play with a breakthrough in front of me? You're dreaming!" Yuan Batian roared, and a peerless and overbearing aura spread out. As the peerless overlord of the Demon Race, how could he be ordinary? "Today, I'll show you the difference between the Powang Realm middle stage and the Powang Realm late stage. Compared to us, you still have a long way to go!"
He raised his hand and smashed his stick down, directly smashing towards Ye Xiwen's head, intending to smash his head into pieces.
"Bang!"
Ye Xiwen could not dodge at all, and was directly smashed away like a meteor. He looked very wretched, just like the Celestial Fox Childe who had been easily smashed by him. But no one laughed at him. Even the experts at the Mythical level were silent.
Because if they asked themselves honestly, no one could have done better than Ye Xiwen. In fact, if they were in his place, they would have been smashed to death by Yuan Batian's stick.
Although they did not know the reason for Ye Xiwen's stubbornness, it looked extremely tragic at the moment.
"Hahaha, that's great. Again!"
Ye Xiwen laughed loudly, and the Phoenix Regeneration technique in his body let out a mournful cry. Golden light splashed from his body, healing all the injuries on his body.
"Since you want to die, I'll grant you your wish. I'd like to see how long your martial arts incarnation can last." Yuan Batian's eyes were overflowing with murderous intent. He was thoroughly annoyed that he could not take down a junior after such a long time.
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